Forbidden Flames of Sicily

💦Fingers in the Rain💦

Rain hammered the train windows. I gripped the overhead bar as the car swayed hard around a curve. My skirt clung cold and wet to my thighs. Only one other person sat in the dim car.

He watched me from the back. Green eyes locked on mine the second I stepped inside.

I slid into a seat across the aisle, heart thumping. Water ran down my neck into my blouse.

"You look like the rain won tonight," he said, voice deep and rough like gravel under tires.

I glanced over. "It usually does in October. You on your way to Cefalù too?"

"Yeah." He stood and crossed the aisle without asking, dropping into the seat right beside me. His knee pressed against mine. "Matteo, you?"

"Elena." I shifted but didn't pull away. The train rocked again. "Long night at the museum, missed the earlier train."

His hand rested on the seat between us. Then it moved. Fingers brushed my coat, slipping underneath to find my thigh. Heat from his palm cut straight through the chill.

I sucked in a sharp breath. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Warming you up." His fingers traced higher, pushing the soaked fabric of my skirt. "You're freezing, Elena. And something tells me that's not the only reason you're shaking."

My mouth went dry. I should slap his hand away. Tell him to fuck off. Instead I whispered, "This is insane. We just met."

"Doesn't feel like it." He leaned closer, breath hot on my ear. "Tell me to stop."

I didn't. His fingers reached my panties, already slick. He groaned low. "Christ, you're drenched. Been thinking about this since you walked in?"

"Shut up," I breathed, but my legs opened a little wider. The train clacked over the tracks, vibrations running up through my body.

Matteo pushed the lace aside. Two thick fingers slid along my folds, circling my clit slow and sure. "So swollen already. You like strangers touching you like this?"

"Only when they know what they're doing." I gripped his wrist, not stopping him. My hips rolled forward. "Harder."

He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them deep. "Like that?"

"Yes." The word came out shaky. I bit my lip as he thrust in rhythm with the train. His thumb pressed my clit, rubbing perfect circles. "God, Matteo... faster."

He obliged, pumping deeper. The wet sounds mixed with the storm outside. Lightning flashed, lighting his sharp face and dark stubble.

"You gonna come for me before we reach the next stop?" he asked, voice thick. "Quietly. Or do you want the whole car to hear how wet you are?"

"Shut up and keep going." I pressed his hand harder against me. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. My free hand clutched his coat, pulling him closer. His chest felt solid, warm.

He added a third finger, stretching me. "That's it. Ride my hand, Elena, show me how bad you need it."

I rocked against him, breath coming in short gasps. The train hit a tunnel. Darkness swallowed us. His mouth found my neck, sucking gently while his fingers drove in and out.

"I'm close," I gasped. "Don't stop, please."

"Come then." He curled his fingers harder, thumb relentless on my clit. "Let me feel you squeeze."

My body snapped tight. I buried my face in his shoulder and came hard, shaking, biting down on his coat to stay quiet. Waves rolled through me, pulsing around his fingers. I whimpered against him as it kept going, longer than I expected.

Matteo slowed but didn't pull out right away. He kissed my hair. "Good girl. Felt fucking perfect."

I lifted my head, cheeks burning, legs still trembling. The train started slowing for the station. I reached down and pressed my palm over the huge bulge in his pants. He was rock hard.

"Your turn," I said, squeezing him through the fabric. "I want to feel how much you liked that."

He caught my hand, eyes dark. "Not here. My villa's ten minutes away. But if you keep squeezing like that, I'll fuck you right on this seat."

The train stopped. Doors hissed open. Rain poured down outside.

We stood. He grabbed my hand, firm and warm, and pulled me off the train into the storm. His black Range Rover waited in the lot, we climbed in fast, doors slamming.

Matteo started the engine but didn't drive. "You sure about this? No regrets tomorrow?"

I leaned across and kissed him hard. Tongues tangled. His hand slid back under my skirt, fingers teasing my still-sensitive pussy. "Drive," I said against his mouth. "Before I climb on top of you right here."

He pulled onto the winding coastal road, one hand on the wheel, the other between my legs. I spread wider, moaning as he pushed two fingers back inside me.

"Talk to me," he said, voice low. "Tell me how it feels."

"So full," I gasped, rolling my hips. "Deeper, Matteo. I want to come again before we get there."

He thrust harder, thumb on my clit. Headlights cut through the rain, showing cliffs dropping to the dark sea. "You're so tight, gripping my fingers like you never want them to leave."

"I don't." Another orgasm built fast. I grabbed his wrist, urging him on. "Right there, yes, fuck."

"Come for me again, Elena."

I did. I cried out, back arching, soaking his hand as the villa lights appeared on the hill. My body shook through every pulse.

We parked. He killed the engine and pulled me into another rough kiss. "Inside, now."

We rushed through the rain to the door. He kicked it shut behind us. In the dark entryway he pushed me against the wall, yanking my coat off.

"You feel so good," he muttered, mouth on my neck. Fingers worked my blouse buttons open. "I need to be inside you."

"Take me then." I tugged at his shirt, popping buttons. "Stop teasing and fuck me, Matteo."

He lifted me, hands under my thighs, carrying me to the big couch in the living room. My skirt hiked up. He ripped my panties off and freed himself. His cock was thick, hard, pressing right against my entrance.

"Eyes on me," he ordered.

I looked at him as he pushed in deep. We both groaned. He stretched me perfectly, filling every inch.

"Move," I begged, nails digging into his back. "Hard."

He thrust deep and steady, the couch creaking. "Like this? You take me so well."

"Yes. Harder." I met every stroke, hips rising. Sweat mixed with rain on our skin. "Don't hold back."

We fucked frantic, my breasts bouncing free. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me onto him with every thrust. Our moans filled the room.

But headlights suddenly swept across the windows. A car door slammed outside.

Matteo froze above me, still buried deep. "Shit, that's my brother Luca. He wasn't supposed to come tonight."

Footsteps crunched on the gravel, getting closer to the front door. My heart slammed against my ribs.